As hot and wet as this summer has been, it’s hard to imagine going out this fall to find photographs similar to this one. I picture the ditches and side roads as still being wet, muddy, and difficult to traverse. It didn’t take my garden that long, though, to dry out pretty much. I’ve tried to water the plants every few days. The lettuce did not make it, nor did any of the wildflower seeds I planted. However, I have picked half a dozen summer squash (the yellow ones) so far, and it looks as though there will be many more before frost ends the growing season.
I could use a “fallow season” myself. As much as I disliked the penny pinching of the economic downturn, I certainly did cherish the hours and days free for creative pursuits, for cleaning and straightening, and for reading books from cover to electronic cover. With the increase in activity, I find myself battling a chest cold, which has not been fun.
Almost the weekend, and no commitments but to read through the rest of David’s book (I wouldn’t have had the chance to read it otherwise) and to run the 2-meter net, Sunday night. Then next weekend, it’s Al’s turn. And blood donations, again, if we are well in time.
